And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2090 | 2021-11-30 14:48:53 | 74.15 | 97% |
| 1254 | 2021-09-13 07:54:27 | 65.78 | 95% |